The Alliance (TomTord Fanfic) (#Wattys2017)

Chapter 14

"What do you mean exactly...?"
"Aw, come on. Don't tell me you don't want to end this stupid war already." Tord replied to Tom's question with a devilish grin. Tom gulped slightly and nodded slowly. Of course he wanted to finish this. But how could they?
Well, the two were going to figure out the answer to the question, and pretty quickly at that.

"We could try and attack them until no one is left." Tord suggested, already knowing what Tom was thinking. Instead of questioning how he knew, Tom just went with it.
"You tried that with the bomb. They found a way to stay alive. No doubt if we attack them, Todd or his goons will survive." Tom replied, happy to have changed the subject from earlier. He hated the awkward air between the two.
"True, true.... what do you think we should do?"
"Just kill Todd?"
"Won't be that easy, Thomas. No doubt his two right hand men and his soldiers will stand in our way of doing that. We'll die before we even make it to the leader himself." Tord explained, crossing his arms. Tom crossed his arms as well as his eyes narrowed.
"Well, I don't see you coming up with any bright ideas."
"Shut up! At least I'm smarter than you!"
"Reeeally? You're smarter than me? You don't see me beTRAYING MY FRIENDS WITH A HORRIBLE FUCKING PLAN OF TAKING OVER THE WORLD." Tom screamed, snapping likes dry twig. His eyes started to leak a dark purple mist from them. Tord shrank back at the sudden outburst, kind of scared of the angry British man.

"I.... I..." Tord tried to muster the energy to say anything, but found his throat dry as the words were stuck. His mind couldn't help but bring back the painful memories of that time. His most regretted decision of his life.

~~Flaaaassshbaaaack~~

"I was about to ask you the same question. Why are you HERE?" Tom asked, holding up a wanted poster with Tord's face plastered on it. Tord gulped slightly and looked away, trying not to show how nervous he was. His mind gave him an idea as he put his hands in the air, as if to surrender to the Brit.
"Alright, alright. You got me. I only came back to get something I left behind."

 

    Tord laughed loudly as he aimed the gun arm on his giant robot at Tom, who ran through the house, trying to dodge all of the bullets. He didn't really care that the house was being torn to shreds on one side, he just wanted Tom dead. Didn't he? He used to be the closest person to Tom, and now look at them. One trying to kill the other. Calling him names and hell, even crushing him with a chair.

   So why did he feel remorse?

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    Tom breathed heavily as the purple mist leaking out of his black eyes died down to nothing than air. His gritted teeth slowly turned back into his normal scowl at the world, as if he hated being alive, which he probably did.
    Tord, on the other hand, was covering the ripped up side of his face. He groaned in pain slightly as blood soaked out of the opened wounds. It always seemed to happen when he thought of that fateful day. No matter how much time he gave the scars to heal, they still leaked blood when the memories flooded his mind again. He didn't even know how. Tom noticed the the Norwegian's face started bleeding, as he could see the dark red liquid leak through his robotic fingers on his left hand. Tom gulped, quickly realising his mistake, and grabbed a towel on the table. He ran it under a sink in the infirmary room and walked to Tord's left side. This startled the communist, since he was blind on that side.
   "Hey, calm down. I'm trying to help." Tom kept his voice calm and smooth, which effectively make Tord relax. Tom started to clean up the blood on the side of Tord's face, trying to be careful at the scars. He realized how ripped up he was for the first time. The scars were like a beast mauled him, scoring its claws deep into his flesh. The left side of Tord's face was completely red, as if the muscle didn't heal properly, even if it was so many years ago.

    "Look.... I'm sorry. For bringing that up. That was pretty low of me to do. I don't like the memories, either." Tom said as he washed the rag out, finishing with mopping up the blood. Tord just nodded and looked down. The Brit didn't know if he was crying or not, but he still felt bad for his enemy. This got the blue leader thinking. Tord just wanted to end this war with Todd, right? They just needed a plan....

And Tom had one.

   The blue leader rushed over to the red leader's side and smiled.
    "I think I have a plan to kill off the Crimson Navy."
    "And what is that?" Tord's voice perked up slightly, but still stayed depressed and gloomy.
    "You said that there will probably be countless guards laying their life down for Todd, right? Well, who are most likely to do that first?"
   Tord thought for a second.
   "The.... officials?"
   "Bingo."
    "Wait, wait, wait.... you're saying that we go after the officials slowly and kill them, climbing our way up to Todd?"
    "Exactly. Took the words right out of my mouth, Tord." The commie leader smiled slightly.
   "That... isn't a bad idea."
    "How about we start planning once you fell better?"
   "Sounds great.... partner." Tord gave Tom a goofy smile, and, for once, Tom grinned back.